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January 16, 2010

Memory

The cold is piercing,
I lean back and let out a sigh.
Why'd it have to be this way?
Tell me honestly,
was I not enough reason to stay?
And now I'm wondering
if it was something I said.
Because you know,
that I never wanted this to end.

And we're miles and miles apart,
but you know
that I'm still holding on.
to the memories,
because everything else
is gone.
You're not here beside me,
as I lie awake,
I stare up at the stars.
I hope you know
that you're still
holding on to my heart.

And sometimes,
it feels like you're still here.
I take a breath,
it's like you're so near.
And the memories
are haunting me,
all the ghosts
of what used to be.
Everything we had before
is now just a memory.

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